It's been so long.
So, so long.
Centuries blended into days,
Because every second without that light is a year of eternal darkness.
In the beginning, I didn't know what happened.
I was groping around in the darkness of my mind, searching for a light switch.
I figured our planets must have shifted, as we are so constantly doing. Ever-changing.
But this time, somehow yours ended up in a different galaxy.
That had never happened before,
And I lost my gravity.
I was left drifting through the cosmos, in the space between galaxies, in the nothingness.
Until eventually, after decades disguised as weeks, stars started appearing. At first one, and then a couple more.
I felt a little tug on me, so slight, but enough to send me drifting towards them.
The tug grew and grew each day, until I was racing towards a galaxy, and I was pulled into orbit.
I had found my gravity,
and the seconds disguised as days were now fish slipping, leaping, dancing through streams, dazzling as light kissed their shimmering scales from the sleepy orange sun that emerged from the rosy clouds, the sky an inky purple.
I had found a universe, and inside of it, I had found a new light, a different light.
And believe me, in this new world, darkness still fell each night,
and astroids imploded,
and earthquakes shook everything out of alignment once in a while.
Today, our worlds must have collided.
For if I was in a cellar, today the trap door opened, and light streamed in as you stumbled down the steps, arms wide open,
and I caught you.
But my world must be in a palace at the bottom of the ocean, because when the rays of sun peirced the top of the water today, they didn't warm me. I couldn't feel them.
I think the oblivion that I must have woven for myself was too thick.
Your warmth couldn't peirce the oblivion darkness in my world.
But that can't be right.
Because in my world, there is light, there is warmth.
In the ocean, there is coral and glittering moonlight,
in the cellar pulsing fireflies,
and in my galaxy, so many stars. Brilliant, bright stars.
Maybe as we have changed, you have evolved into a planet to me. You are no longer the planet that is my sun. My light.
But I hope, I wish upon all of the stars in my galaxy that one day, you and I will explode together, rattling everything out of alignment, and you will join them.
It's been so long.